Message-ID: <13485eli$9807300151@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: HypFant 6: Fifty-Fifty (mc,mf) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: HypFant 6: Fifty/Fifty by MAW MC, MF Starring Shauna O'Brien (Over the Wire) Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help. This story is based on a manufactured image at www.Privatepages.com. Enjoy the site and the stories. All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. "Don't drive angry" was a cardinal rule of traffic safety and one that Lyle was breaking as much as the speed limit. Lyle was not only angry, he was absolutely furious, a scowl breaking his handsome face, his dark eyes glinting with rage and his skin almost the same shade of red as his hair. He was pissed off and there was nothing that would stop him from getting answers. Never again, Lyle thought. Never again would he trust Ron for another thing as long as he lived. Ever since college, Ron had talked Lyle into one stupid scheme after another, leaving at the first opportunity and forcing Lyle to hold the bag. Yet, Lyle continued to trust him. Well, not anymore. Ron had crossed the line this time. "Fifty-fifty" was how he'd put it. An even split between the two in running the jewelry shop. Lyle had been reluctant to take on a partner, especially Ron, but he'd agreed like an idiot. He had to admit, Ron did do some good work, but this morning that had changed. When neither Ron or the last month's proceeds had arrived, Lyle had immediately closed up shop and tore out on the freeway, finally coming to Ron's home. Lyle took a few moments to steady himself. He didn't see Ron's car in the driveway, so he probably wasn't there. Taking a deep breath, Lyle got up from his seat and walked over to the front door. He rang the bell and tried to look presentable and calm as he waited. After a few moments, the door opened and Joan was on the other side. Ron's wife was a looker, tall with a great chest and long dark hair flowing around her. She wore a simple dress and looked like she'd ran down the stairs to answer the door. "Lyle, hi!" Lyle immediately noticed the nervousness in her voice. "What are you doing here?" "Looking for Ron," he said. "Can I come in?" "Um, sure, sure, go ahead." Joan moved aside to let him in. Lyle pretended not to notice the suitcase he saw in the living room. He let Joan walk him into the living room and into a seat. She sat on the sofa opposite him. "Sorry," Lyle said. "It's been a little chaotic at work today." He leaned back and stuffed his hands into his coat pockets. He felt something in his hand and remembered that he had to cancel an appointment with an important customer interested in a special necklace. Something else to take out on Ron. If he could find out what happened. And that's when it hit him. Lyle's brother was a professional hypnotist and had attended a party at Ron's house a few months ago. He'd been talked into showing off and had given everyone a good time. Of special note was Joan, who went a lot farther than the others when told she was a stripper. Lyle's brother had stopped her before it got out of hand, but she could have gone all the way. Lyle remembered his brother saying that Joan was a uniquely receptive subject to both induction and instruction, quite obedient. That gave Ron an idea. "Actually, Joan, what I wanted to do was ask Ron about this," Lyle said, pulling out a jeweled pendant attached to a chain. He dangled it in between them, positioning it so the light struck the jewel just right. "Our client loved it the first moment she saw it," Ron said. "You have to agree it's eye-catching. It gets your attention the first time you see it. The way it dangles in the air, swinging lightly side to side, the light bouncing off of it as it turns, little flashes of light coming over your vision. It's so relaxing to watch the lights shine and swing, shine and swing." The pendant was in a small swing, moving lightly side to side and Joan's eyes were fixed to it. Already, her facial muscles were relaxing. Lyle had learned a few things from his brother and could see that Joan was easily falling under, faster than he expected. He kept talking, shifting into a slightly deeper voice as he waved the pendant. "It's so relaxing, Joan, to watch the pendant, to watch the pretty lights shining off the pendant, to see them shine in your eyes. The lights swing side to side, side to side, flashing into your eyes, making you feel so relaxed and so calm. It's so wonderful, Joan, to see the wonderful lights, so relaxing, so very relaxing. You can't take your eyes away, Joan, you have to keep looking at the lights. The lights, Joan, the wonderful lights. The wonderful swinging lights. Swing and shine, swing and shine. Look at them, Joan. Look at them..." It took about half an hour for him to get her down to the right level of trance and to get the whole story. It seemed Ron had gotten a hot tip on a jewel coming into L.A. over the weekend. He had funds of his own for the plane ticket, but not enough to completely cover the jewel's cost. He had taken the money from the store, planning to buy the jewel, then sell it at twice the cost and repay Lyle back in full. It was more of Ron's irresponsibleness at work, jumping before he thought. But, it was a good scheme, Lyle had to admit, one that might give them both a huge boost. As Joan told the story in a sleepy voice, Lyle had noticed his cock hardening, the same way it had when he had saw her stripping under trance at the party. He'd always been attracted to her and she looked even more gorgeous now, totally relaxed, staring blankly at the still swinging pendant, compliant to all his questions. Lyle took only a moment to make his decision. "Joan, you're feeling very relaxed now, aren't you? In fact, every word I say sends you deeper and deeper into this wonderful relaxation." "Yes..." "Yes, Joan and you love being this relaxed. You love it. It makes you feel hot inside. Like you feel when you and Ron are together. It makes you feel all hot and excited. Every word I say makes you feel excited and doing everything I say makes you feel all the more hot and horny and you want to do everything I say, don't you, Joan?" "Yes.." Joan had a slight smile on her face, her hand caressing her thigh in a way that made Lyle all the more harder. "Joan, will Ron be back soon?" "No..He had to go to the bank..and meeting..not till tonight..Then we leave.." "Good, good. Do everything I say, Joan, and your pleasure can be rewarded. Now, stand up and take off all your clothes." Joan got to her feet, still staring blankly forward. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and slid it off. Undoing her bra, she let her breasts fall free. The sight of those large tits let loose nearly made Lyle come right there but he held it. Joan slid her panties down her shapely legs and stood naked before him. "Good. Now lie down on the couch, Joan. Lie down, that's right." Joan lay on the coach, waiting for him. Stripping in lightning fashion, Lyle straddled his partner's hypnotized wife and leaned down and kissed her. She answered with more passion than he expected, nearly biting his tongue in half. He pushed down on her, crushing her into the soft confines of the couch. Lyle knew he had to go soon or he'd burst. He slid his lance into her dark pussy and began to pump her. He kneaded her breasts with his hands, playing with them, pinching the nipples and crushing those wonderful tits as much as he could. It made her all the hotter, the feeling in her chest combing with the one in her groin to drive her more and more towards orgasm. She kissed him again, lost in the ecstasy that the hypnotic trance was instilling, along with the great fucking Lyle was giving her. His dick shoved into her pussy one more time and that was all she could take. She came, a wild orgasm better than any she'd ever had, her cry filling the entire house. Lyle removed his dick, but he wasn't done yet. He slid his hard member in between Joan's breasts, squeezing them around his penis as he shoved back and forth, leaving a sticky trail of semen along her chest. He tickled it around the nipples and the curves, outlining them with his own cum. He finally shoved it into Joan's face. She took it and enthusiastically began to kiss it, rounding her lips around the shaft and tickling the tip with her tongue. She was experienced at this, Lyle could tell, and she was good at it too. She ran her lips up and down the shaft as she licked the base and tip, alternating so that the pleasure was continuous, washing like waves over Lyle. He closed his eyes and let himself come again, his wad blasted into her throat as she sucked at him, not letting his dick go until he was empty and dry....although not for long. An hour later, Lyle left, leaving Joan asleep on the couch with no memories of his visit. He'd left a code word to send her back. He decided to let Ron's little transgression go. After all, he was going to make them some money and in the end Lyle came out ahead on the deal. Ron had promised they'd split everything fifty-fifty. Why shouldn't half of his wife be part of the bargain? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----